Night And Day 4

"Are you okay, Jackie? You look a mess."

There was a brief pause, as the young woman tried to think of a suitably cutting comeback. After a few seconds, it became clear that her brain was completely incapable of wit, and the young woman replied with a simple sarcastic "Thanks."

Jackie knew she looked a mess. Her face was puffy, her hair was full of knots, and the bags under her eyes were large enough to carry groceries in.

It hadn't always been like this. Just a few weeks ago, Jackie had been in good shape. Trim and attractive, with flawless skin (none of the pimples that she'd started to find on her forehead and around her nose) and enough time in the morning to accentuate her features with a dab of makeup.

The last time she'd tried wearing so much as eyeliner, she'd totally forgotten to take it off before collapsing into bed, and woken up to extreme panda eyes. Panda eyes that she hadn't had time to deal with before rushing off to class...

Jackie didn't just

look

a mess; she

was

a mess. She'd thought she would be able to juggle work and study, but as soon as the semester had started up again, it had hit her like a train. Classes at eight or nine in the morning, and then work until well after midnight.

By the time she caught the bus home, she was so wiped that all she could think about was sleep.

"I'm serious," her workmate Rob said, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, trying to wave him off, but the motion was enough to make her head spin. What was wrong with her? She'd worked like this last semester without a problem; perhaps it was the extra unit of math she was doing, but for some reason she was really struggling this year.

"Have you been sleeping?"

"Not really," she mumbled. That was the other problem - some nights she'd collapse into bed and drift off straight away, but on other nights the stress was keeping her up for a few hours.

Even when she did sleep, it wasn't the deep sleep that her body obviously needed.

There was a pause as Rob eyed her off. Jackie knew that he'd always had a crush on her - one time she'd heard him describing her to a friend on the phone. "Like a young Mila Kunis," he'd said, and the comparison wasn't inaccurate. Jackie had the same short build, the same long brown hair, and while her face didn't resemble the film star's, they both had a certain cuteness to them.

Jackie had a button nose and sparkling blue eyes. Her Mediterranian heritage had given her olive skin and thick lips. Lately she'd been too run down, but normally she jogged to work, and so she was in good shape.

She knew she was attractive, and had used it to her advantage. In the bar at night, she'd flirt for tips; at school, she'd wear skirts and shirts for her male teachers that maybe showed a

little

more skin than they should.

And when she'd learned that Rob was in charge of the roster, he'd been the target of her charms. She'd really wanted to make sure that she got as many hours as possible at the bar without having to miss school.

The flip side, of course, was that Rob had made sure to always schedule himself onto her shifts. Once the roster had been locked in, right before school started, she'd made it very clear that nothing was going to happen between them. He'd seemed hurt, but neither of them had never brought it up again, and Jackie had been delighted that their relationship had stayed friendly.

"Look," Rob eventually said, breaking the silence. "I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I have some spare sleeping pills. They're great - they totally knock you out, but they only last a few hours. You'll wake up as soon as your alarm rings a totally new person."

"Oh my god, for real?"

"For real," Rob said. "Hang on, they're in the office. I'll grab them for you now."

"Oh my god Rob, you're a life-saver."

"Not a problem," the young manager replied with a grin. Jackie attempted a smile in return, but before she could get the muscles working, Rob had headed upstairs.

"Hey!" a customer called out, and Jackie realized that she'd been pouring a beer for that entire conversation, and it was starting to splash onto her shoes.

"Whoops!" she said, and after serving the beer, dropped down to clean up the mess.

God,

she thought wearily.

I could fall asleep right here...

###

When Jackie got home that night, her head was buzzing. Of course. All day when she was on her feet, she was exhausted; the moment she was actually

able

to just lay down and sleep, her mind wouldn't turn off.

Going into the bathroom to brush her teeth, she flinched at the sight of herself in the mirror.

"God," she muttered. "No wonder Rob said something..."

Her face was blotchy, her eyes were blood-shot, and it looked like there was something black in her teeth. Poking at it with her tongue, it was clear that it was licorice...the licorice that she'd had at 10am.

"Ugh."

She'd hoped that brushing and flossing would calm her mind down, but no luck - it didn't take long for Jackie to decide to open up her bag and found the sheet of tablets that Rob had brought down for her.

"Here goes nothing," she said, throwing two in her mouth and swallowing them down. To her surprise, they took effect almost immediately, and the moment she managed to stagger into bed, she'd fallen into a deep, deep sleep.

###

The next morning, Jackie jumped out of bed with a spring in her step. For the first time since the semester had started, she felt good.

No; she felt

great

.

As she showered, it was impossible for her to wipe a smile off her face. Whatever was in those pills, they were worth it. She'd slept solidly, better than she had in weeks, and to top it off, she'd had some pretty fun dreams as well.

The details were a bit vague, but she remembered dreaming that she'd called Rob and finally agreed to a date. In the dream, he'd been excited but not surprised - even when she'd told him that he had to come around immediately.

A lot of the dream had been about preparing for his arrival. Cleaning her room, shaving her legs, even trimming her pussy-hair (which had gotten a bit wild over the last month or so).

Glancing between her legs, Jackie's brow furrowed in confusion. Why had she dreamt that her pussy-hair had gotten long? Looking at it now, it was nicely trimmed, just as it had been in her reverie last night.

Ah well,

she thought to herself, the smile returning to her face. The rest of the dream - everything after Rob had arrived - had been pretty wild. It was strange that her subconscious had focused on her manager; he wasn't the kind of guy that she went for at

all

.

Dreams don't mean anything,

Jackie reminded herself, and didn't think about the strange nighttime fantasies she'd had for the rest of the day.

###

"How'd the pills go?" Rob asked with a leer, and Jackie couldn't help but blush at the way that he blatantly checked her out. Had he always been this unsubtle, or was she just more aware of it after their odd encounter from her dream last night?

"I didn't try them," she lied. She wasn't quite sure what Rob's game was; perhaps he thought if she "owed" him, she'd have to finally agree to a date.

Of course, before his flagrant ogling, Jackie had been getting closer to considering a date with him. If she had half as much fun as the dream version of her the previous night...

"Oh," he said, unperturbed. "Sure thing."

The rest of the shift passed uneventfully; the bar was fairly busy, and so she and Rob didn't have time to talk again all evening. At a few points, she thought she saw him pointing her out to various patrons, but she soon decided that she was probably imagining it.

Real-life Rob is a bit of a creep,

Jackie thought to herself as they were closing down the till.

But if dream Rob were to visit again tonight, that's something I certainly wouldn't object to...

###

That night, dream Rob didn't visit again. After the restful sleep she'd had the previous night, Jackie actually managed to do a bit of cleaning up before falling into bed. There was less needing doing than she'd thought - over the past few weeks of utter exhaustion, she'd managed to actually keep her room quite tidy.

When it hit 2:14am, she took two pills, and immediately fell asleep.

This time, she dreamt that some guys from the bar - two, three, maybe even four - knocked on her door an hour after she went to sleep, and she stripped off her nightclothes and let them all in, totally naked.

Before long, they'd taken their clothes off as well, and they all fell into bed together.

The next morning, Jackie didn't spring out of bed with quite the enthusiasm she had the previous night. For the most part, she still felt great; better than she had in weeks, excepting the previous day. But as she staggered towards the kitchen, she realized she felt extremely sore.

Sore, and slightly sticky.

Jackie's time had been split evenly between work and school for several years now, with no time to date. She'd had a few brief summer flings, and when the need really got to her, had even been known to pick someone up from the bar. And so it took her a few minutes to realize what the feeling of soreness was.

She felt

fucked

.

Not exhausted: really, really well-fucked. In the dream, the guys had been rough and relentless, and she'd loved every minute of it. But now, in the morning, it was almost as if her late-night company had been real.

As Jackie stepped into the shower, she shook the whole idea off. It had just been a dream.

She must have just slept funny.

Washing what must have been sweat off, Jackie heard her alarm go off in the other room. She'd actually managed to wake up

before

it startled her into consciousness.

That

was something she hadn't done for years now.

"These little pills of Rob's are great," she muttered to herself, before another thought hit her. She'd woken up before her alarm, gaining a head-start of at least fifteen minutes on her standard day.

Just enough time to get off in the shower, reliving the hot fantasy that she'd concocted for herself the previous night...

###

That night, at the bar, she blushed at the sight of the men she'd dreamed about. She'd thought about the dreams several times throughout the day. It had really been quite hot, and she hadn't realized that her subconscious was so

wicked

. But it wasn't until she saw their faces at the bar that Jackie remembered exactly who the dream had been about.

It hadn't been two guys, or even three. It had been four big, rough-looking cowboys, and as soon as they saw her, a lustful look spread across all of their faces.

Jackie blushed, and hoped that a similarly lustful look wasn't visible on hers. She had a good job, and a good reputation, and deciding to play out some kind of strange fantasy that her unconscious had dreamed up for her was

not

a good idea.

Still,

she couldn't help but think to herself.

Wouldn't it be fun...

###

"You sleeping any better?" Rob asked.

"Sure am," Jackie said, shooting him a grin. He raised one eyebrow, and she realized that it must have come across as more flirtatious than she'd intended.

"So the pills are working?"

Jackie hesitated. She

had

been using his pills, but admitting that to him felt like a bad idea. A few nights ago, she wouldn't have had the mental energy to come up with a lie, but the new, well-rested Jackie had an answer in no time.

"Nope!" she said brightly. "Thanks though, but I've been drinking some herbal tea. That stuff is amazing!"

"It sure is," he replied, and turned to serve a customer - one of the cowboys who had featured so prominently in Jackie's dream the previous night.

At around eleven, things started to slow down, and Jackie found herself in another conversation with Rob.

"Doesn't it ever bother you?" he asked with a drawl, and the young woman shot him a questioning look.

"What?"

"Being so flat-chested."

Jackie drew breath sharply. She didn't know whether to slap him or blush. A part of her was tempted to say "You didn't seem to mind the other night!", but she knew that she would sound crazy. Of course he hadn't minded in her dream - he'd been her dream version of him. A totally different creature from the rude, leering, downright cruel version standing in front of her now.

Well, actually, he'd acted much the same in her dream. But in her dream, for whatever reason, Jackie had actually enjoyed it when he treated her like shit.

But

that

was a conversation for a later time. Probably with a therapist.

Instead, she just glared at him and turned back to the bar.

###

Rob's comments must have really bothered her, because that night in her dream, she was still thinking about them.

And him.

She dreamed of getting up, just a few minutes after taking her pill and going to sleep, and walking over to the door to find him there with a smile on his face.

It was just as much of a leer as it had been in real life, but while asleep that didn't bother her - she loved it. She loved the way he looked at her body, only occasionally glancing at her face (she had answered the door naked, of course). She loved the way that he roughly threw her against the wall and began having his way with her.

And when he pulled a strange ointment out of his pocket and began rubbing it on her chest, she loved the cruel insults that he whispered in her ear.

"That's right, tiny-tits. We're going to grow you some boobs. You ready to be my big-titted little slut? Yeah you are."

In response, she'd just nodded and moaned (she never spoke in her dreams, not unless a guy obviously wanted a response) and watched, fascinated, as her tits began to slowly balloon out.

They'd started as a small B-cup. Not nothing, but certainly not huge. Not as large as Rob would have liked, that much was clear.

As she watched, they grew - Jackie didn't know a whole bunch about cup-sizes larger than her own, but she guessed that they ended up as a large C, possibly even a D.

"There we go," Rob said with an evil grin. "Now the guys will have something to hold onto."

###

Jackie missed classes the next morning.

As soon as she woke up, she knew something was wrong. There was a weight on her chest that hadn't been there before - not a metaphorical one, she could literally feel an unfamiliar weight.

The second she'd seen her new tits, she'd started screaming.

It's all real,

she'd thought to herself in a panic.

It's all real! How is this happening to me?

It hadn't taken her long to come up with a theory.

The pills.

She'd immediately run into the bathroom and flushed the pills Rob had given her down the toilet. Then she'd spent almost forty minutes poking and prodding at her new tits, during which she'd learned:

a) They were definitely, definitely real, and

b) They were

extremely

sensitive.

After the fourth time she'd tugged on her nipples desperately trying to prove that they were a figment of her imagination, or some kind of prosthetic, or

anything

that wasn't a real pair of tits sitting on the front of her chest, she'd been unable to hold back a moan.

In her dream, every time Rob had even brushed a hand against her tits, she'd almost cum. Jackie had hoped that this was just a part of the fantasy, or the dream state, or whatever one could call it...but it seemed to be true in real life as well.

Damn it,

she'd thought, stumbling back towards the bed.

I am not going to be able to concentrate until this is taken care of...

Two quick orgasms later, Jackie was much more clear-headed. She carefully got dressed, making sure not to stimulate her ultra-sensitive tits any more than she had to. None of her bras fit, of course, and the only tops that she could get to close were an unattractive hoodie and a white button-up shirt.

She wore them both.

###

"Miss Night, I'm not sure what you want me to tell you," the doctor said, looking at her quizzically.

"I want you to explain how I got to be like

this

," Jackie said through gritted teeth, gesturing at her newly-protruding chest.

It never

used

to protrude.

"It's perfectly natural," he said, trying to maintain eye-contact. "All women go through growth spurts - it seems that yours has just happened later in life."

"Overnight?"

"Mmmm," he said noncommittally. "No, but - if I'm being honest - it's much more likely that this has been happening over several weeks, and you only noticed it today."

"And the dreams?"

"I'm not a psychiatrist," the older man said, finally failing at his attempts, and talking directly to her boobs. "But I would guess that you subconsciously noticed what was happening, and have been processing it while unconscious."

"And...the pills?"

"Based on your description, they sound like normal sleeping pills. I can't speak for your dreams, but I can assure you that I don't know of any pills that can...what did you say they do? Control what you dream?"

"Yes," Jackie muttered, defeated. She felt so stupid - everything that the doctor had said made total sense. She'd made a fool out of herself...and, worst of all, she'd flushed those great sleeping pills down the toilet.

She felt too embarrassed to even ask the doctor for a new prescription.

###

Jackie avoided Rob's eyes all night at work. He had no idea what she'd suspected, how illogical it all was, but she still felt ashamed of herself. Fortunately, avoiding eye-contact was easy; he spent most of the night looking directly down her top.

Finally, she got home. Even without the pills, she fell straight into bed...and, to her surprise, into a completely dreamless sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt good. Not great - there was no spring in her step, and she felt extremely sore - but certainly well-rested.

The soreness was more evenly spread around her body this time. Some was between her legs, a little was in her head...and a surprising amount was located on her upper back.

Playing with herself in the shower helped with some of the soreness, but as she stepped out and began drying herself, the feeling of the towel on the small of her back made her cry out with pain.

"What the..."

###

Rob still wasn't making eye-contact, just staring at her tits as the small woman yelled at him.

"I don't know

how

you've done it," she shrieked, "but you are NOT going to get away with this!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied calmly, but the arrogant sneer on his face gave him away.

"Oh you son-of-a-bitch," she said. "The tattoo! I know you're the one behind it!"

"What tattoo?" he asked, and there it was again - that slight gloating tone in his voice.

Looking in the mirror that morning, Jackie had discovered the source of her pain - a small tattoo, a tramp stamp.

It simply read "SLUT".

Well, perhaps not "simply". It read "SLUT", with the last three letters spelled out in hard cocks, and the "S" a spurt of cum, shooting from the top of the L. It was unambiguous in its message, and Jackie hadn't been able to stop crying since she saw it. Jackie had gone straight to the bar, found Rob's contact details, and met him at home.

She wasn't quite sure what she'd been expecting - she'd hoped he would confess, or inadvertently reveal how she could stop what he was doing to her.

Instead, he'd just smiled and stared down her top as she yelled at him, until eventually she'd run out of steam. He'd tilted his head to the side, daring her to continue, and so she'd stormed back home and packed her bag.

Jackie wasn't sure how Rob was doing what he was doing, but she absolutely wasn't going to take it - she called her mother (who lived on the other side of town) and told her that she was coming to stay for a few weeks, until she could sort this out.